"Oh, there's nothing the matter, is there?" she said. "I was so afraid you'd had a sunstroke, or something. And you know you promised me a walk this morning."
"Did I?"
"Yes, and it's very rude of you to forget it."
"Well, it is not too late for the walk," said Magnus, slipping the little book up his sleeve, and putting himself by the young lady's side. "Which way?"
"Round the plain. I mustn't get out of sight, because I have to walk with Mr. Chapman at twelve."
"'Have to' expresses it."
"You shan't make fun of him," said Miss Saucy. "Of course, he's not some people,—but then he never forgets his walks, which some people do. What was that book you were studying?"
"Regulations."
"Blue book?"
"No, white."